The Ghosted Ghost of His Past

I was enjoying the rare peace that reigned abundantly in the mansion, curled up on the sofa with a cup of hot tea, when the front door flung so violently that the walls trembled. I almost spilled my cold drink. What the hell is going on here? No one has ever entered this house in such a terrible manner. Lucas was very controlled, his staff very frightened, direct opposite of good guys, and his grandmother very graceful. Before I could react, a loud, commanding voice echoed in horror down the hallway.

"Where is that failure?" The voice was rich, sweet, and filled with a sense of entitlement that made my stomach clench at such reasoning. I grabbed my cup and stood up, following the noise toward the entrance. And there I saw her: Victoria Hayes.

I knew exactly who she was before she said a word. Tall, confident, and with a natural over richness, she stood gracefully in the middle of the grand entrance hall, as if she were the real mistress of the place. Her blond hair was styled carefullly in soft waves and her perfectly fitted dress hugged her perfect figure as if it had been made especially for her.

All the elegance, the envious confidence, and worst of all, the familiarity with the noble world of Lucas Blackwood.

She wasn't just anyone at all , she was his past, past life. Her piercing green eyes carefully scanned the room before settling on me.

"You, girl " She looked me up and down, her lips curling slightly in mockery.

"Who is it then? I crossed my arms in confusion.

"I could ask the same thing, but I already know who she was. Victoria Hayes. The ex-girlfriend who left when things got very tough and uncertain."

Her perfectly manicured nails not missing a chance to click on her bag. "Well, okay, okay." Her smile widened. "So he told you everything about me?"

I lifted my chin. "I know enough to disregard you."

She let out a small painful laugh. "I'm sure you think you know everything, dear. But let's not pretend this was happening." She took a step forward, her heels clicking loudly on the floor. "Lucas is forever mine. He always has been before your existence. He always will be, not you. No matter what horrible contract you signed, nothing will ever change that."

My stomach churmed, but I refused to show it. I looked him straight in his blue eyes, not blinking. — "You're very right about one thing. There's a better contract. But Lucas decided to choose me anyway. Not a mess like you you."

Her smile faded for a second before she quickly covered itself. "Oh, dear," he stood up mockingly. "Do you really think a business transaction makes you special?"

I gritted my teeth. " I think he's making me his wife."

His dark eyes. Just as she opened her mouth to answer, the sound of a car pulling up on the road made us both turn around. A moment later, the front door opened. Lucas entered the room, his expression unreadable, his hands firmly planted on the wheels of the chair.

But then his eyes fell on her. His whole body terribly sense. His fingers clenched into the armrests. His piercing blue eyes widened for a split second before darkening with something unreadable.

Shock? Anger? Something else like what?

"Victoria," he said in a low, almost in a controlled voice. But there was something that I saw that was unusual, hidden beneath that gentle tone. Something he couldn't properly define. She smiled, walking towards him with a disturbing and annoying familiarity.

"Hello, honey pie. I miss you?" Meli. I turned to Lucas gossip, waiting for his reaction. Waiting for him to dismiss her to go, to remind her that she wasn't here anymore. But he just stared at her. The seconds stretched.

A silence fall so heavy it felt like the walls were closing in on him. And for the first time since I met him, Lucas Blackwood seemed off... uncertain.

This was when my stomach really started to churn. Because I spent weeks with this man, weeks watching him torture his employees, shoot people left and right, and treat the world like it was beneath him. Lucas Blackwood didn't hesitate. He wasn'tvto scared. He never seemed confused. But now? He seemed like a mad man trapped between his past and his present. Victoria tilted her head, her voice softening as she also observed.

"Lucas, we need to talk seriously." Finally she opened her eyes, clenched her jaw. "There's nothing to say, or talk about."

She took another step forward. "Don't do this. Don't act behave I don't mean anything to you." Lucas let out a long flinching sigh, his gaze shifting.

For a moment, just a moment, I looked away - from her. From me. And suddenly I understood. It wasn't about what he said. My chest tightened, but I forced myself to maintain a neutral unreadable expression. I refused to let Victoria see any sign of vulnerability.

"What you think we have," Lucas finally admitted,his voice again, "is over them." Victoria's lips trembled. "Then why don't you seem to believe me?"

Lucas balled his masculine hands into fists. " Because I'm looking at a woman who abandoned me when I needed every fiber of such. There's nothing more to say."

Victoria smiled, but it wasn't a real genius smile. It was the smile of someone who knew how to play the long game. "Oh, Lucas," she whispered. "You always thought you had everything figured out, under control. She turned her gaze to me, something low calculating flashing in her eyes. "And you," he said, his voice dripping with false sweetness. Enjoy it while it lasts, darling.

Then he turned out that every open and walked out, his heels clicking with every step.

The silence that followed was alerming and deafening. I let out a sigh, finally turning to Lucas. His jaw was set, his expression unreadable again. But I see it now. The chink in his armor. The ghost of old feelings lingers in his cruel eyes.

And for the first time in many days, I wonder... Had I just walked on my own into something I wasn't prepared for? ---

Lucas is clearly shocked at his encounter. For the first time, I see a chink in hisvarmor. Should I really let Victoria go, or will old feelings begin to creep in?